September Stories - The Calm, the Storm

Traded cheap words for thoughts
And others with nothing to show
Maybe it’s not up to the seasons to control my emotional instability
Always blaming anyone and anything to dim the light on my own self created disability
That I’ve fabricated over the years to escape any responsibility of controlling my own actions
Or deluded insensibility
But I’ve grown to love myself and what I stand for
I’d rather rot down below than make a deal and not know what I’ve really signed for
Why is this so hard to tell
Where I end and this feeling dwells
Lately there’s been a part of me
A part that’s weary
A part that’s free
I’m not getting older and it’s plain to see
Only so much time left
To repair me
When was artistry lost
And emotion let go
Traded cheap words for thoughts
And others with nothing to show
I’ve let this fall to the wayside
I’ve let others go
I’ve tried to let others in
But the process is slow
Lately there’s been a part of me
A part that’s weary
A part that’s free
I’m not getting older and it’s plain to see
Only so much time left
To repair me

Written by:
ANDREW NICHOLAS BAUGHMAN, JONATHAN KEITH SHERER, LEVI DEAN CALVIN, STEPHEN POLLAUF

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